I have such bad habits of a neurotic artist. Its bad enough I am rude to people sometimes but I am sick of my life & myself again. I get bored periodically and its happening recently. I need to shake things up, go someplace and hide my wallows of misery away til the motivation comes back. Does it happen to you guys? I feel so small sometimes. Its just a life, why can't I just make it happen? People in war/politically torn countries have it worse. Its self-misery, self-inflicted, yet its inevitable, non?
But of course. Til better times.
ps: My favourite hobos are in the shop now. Do scoot over if you got 5 seconds.
EDIT: Thanks Laura, thats exactly it. But its kinda passing, I think. :+) Its sweet to know I'm not the only one.